Last time I was in Wisconsin, I’d given myself the task of photographing fences. It was supposed to be sunny and 84. It was 69 and overcast, and while I was out riding around, it started to rain. Still, I get some shots.
Fences are interesting. They keep things in, they keep things out, but always they are a barrier of some kind. My favorite is wattle fencing. One day, I hope to be in a place where I can construct one. I have yet to spot one on my travels.
I know a tree will grow around wire, nails, horseshoes, or pretty much anything people have stuck on or in it. But this was a fence post. It’s not alive as far as I can tell; no shoots springing out of its top. But it seems to have grown around the barbed wire. I was so tempted to draw a face on it. I can see the eyes on this thing.
It wasn’t raining yet when I grabbed this shot. I liked the broken posts, with the cows and hills beyond.
This is a field gate. It’s there to keep ATVs from racing around, cutting up the ground, but it was open, so maybe the farmer was planning to visit that day.
Tomorrow, Fences, Part 2.
Your photography is stunning! I especially like the first photo of the post (right?)—it looks like it’s smiling!
Eleanor
Thanks! Yeah, that’s why I see a face on that post. I swear, gonna add it one day in Photoshop.
It looks like the fence post is saying, “Om, nom, nom, nom…”
It does! LOL
Wonder what barbed wire tastes like to wood?